Wolf Tongue (8 page)

Kein Eingang Liz gone hard from the broken phallic window.

     Liz mammoth burning windgrass turned.

        Liz trunk spewing water from the man.

Liz jam. Liz lintblood.

          Liz cracking leg open secret doorpost fool.

   Liz pill moaning. Liz lust. Liz ate salt & came wild.

Liz lipped asterisks cancelling all flame.

   Liz pulling dogrose from the horny cowslip lawn.

    Victorian women chewing couchgrass ate up Liz.

           FizzLiz lay like figs on Jordan.

      Liz burned beads & sank her sandals fast.

       Liz got smoked & crushed up. Liz lolled.

     Tough Liz kicked off her feet & made a stand.

     Bonfire Liz poked punks. Her embers swelled.

         Big Liz came small. Small Liz came Big.

         Ungloved Liz moved fingers like a harpist.

      Liz leapt like a lamb in clover.

            Liz rolled over.

    Liz died & smiled her Lazarus way back.

     Wagner hag Liz terrified when sturms blacked up.

   Liz lay foxbrush ruffled vixen bloode.

      Venus mounds filled the steamy satin bedroom sheets

   Liz did.

       I’ve got the high heels if you’ve got the lips

             said honeyheart Liz.

       Liz grinned & hid.

   I don’t want to be your mother I want to be your childe

     Astrakhan Liz crowed dawnwild.

   Bathfoam Liz urged suck my tits to watercress.

      Bastard bonehard Liz banned the bloody Press.

     Festering pigpens perked Liz’s lather to funfoam.

   Liz was Vauxhall Viva fins & Liz was mustard chrome.

    Liz lay her whistle on the harbour bunk.

      Itch me or I’m sunk

           wrote Paris postcard Liz.

     Her loins in Boulogne. Her shoes in Toulouse.

                     La Liz.

             Cap Gris Nez Liz.

                  Gin Fizz Liz.

                                 Fix yr vengeance.

                 ANKLE STRAPLETS

   TURNED IN GOLD AUX PERLES DE LA JAPON.

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Navy lacewing eyeshadow streamer stick

      brushed Maltese civil servant lips

   gone REALLY PURPLE MIDNIGHT PUNK.

   Strobelight disco Liz all funked Up.

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                CURSED WIRES STRAPPED HER

           ANKLES TO THE BED. LIZ MOANED

                   FREE ME

       FROM MAKING FLOWERS

                 FOR THE SHELF

    & HERBAL WIFELIKE HUSBANDRY.

             FUSE HER JAVA

                   GLEAMING

               CONCHES’

                  HORNY AMBER

          JADE

           TO NAZI BEDCLOTHES

       MADE BY MUM.

    ————————–

            Split bint. Bang all prism windows.

                   Porn doors explode!

        BREEZY FUCKLARD TITPIG, YOU WON’T

            SURVIVE

    ANOTHER GLITTERING SWEATSHOP DAYLONG

      HOUR AT THE BLITZKRIEG

                 DEADLINE SPEWSHIFT. YOU’LL CLAP

                       NEWSDESK HANDS

          TOO OFTEN AT MURDER FOR BREAKFAST &

                      NIGHTCAP FIRES

               WHEN THE VIXENATED HORN-ON

                    DAWN RULES

                        
BIZARRE SHOES IN SEX DEATH

                        OBSOLETE

                AS FARM PRICES

                        EVERYWHERE.

          JUNKIE RUSHES PUMPING CORAZON

                   DOWN HOTLINE WIRES

     WILL BURN EACH JUNCTION

                           LIKE A NAZI BOOK.

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   I am stopping you Kein Eingang. Cannot speak English.

          Virgin no wives no husbands. Sheer attack

       stops mouth lip fiasco. No jewels up me, no gems, no

          stars. Stop you. Stop. This way please.

             My husband is UK. Bring passport.

      Luggage will be collected & searched. Strip down.

                           BEND OVER NOW.

                   —————————

                                Digit Durex

MIDDLE FINGER WIGGLING FOR EMERALDS, HASH

&

CHICKEN KORMA BANANA PULP

WORM-EATEN

TURDS.

                                      ————

    Liz ruts harbour cool: DO IT DOGGIE/DO IT NOW NOW.

No Soviet sowlust here, honked high-tide Liz, smothering

       Johnson’s baby swandown talc on plastic

            plexitits & nipple neon.

Let’s burn a boozy bed in Honfleur

                                   quarrelled hardhat Liz:

                                    gleaming

       visors snapped a skyblue halt.

   Liz crapped on Calais campgrass: BACK YR BRASCUM

       ANTLER ROSIN

                    INTO THE TARTAN PENCIL HOLDER

           WHERE MY SHINY SHOULDERS

      LEAVE THE GRANULATED WHEEL.

Sturmed Brunhilde Liz: dump your Marks & Sparks safari suit

             in the single sleeping-bag.

        Pull the pin by pushing in.

   Frig the trigger & make it bigger.

     Skim the quim & make it swim.

                Flit the clit.

  MAKE IT SLICKER & MAKE IT QUICKER.

Lanzarote Liz firing on all Sealink cylinders stoking up the coke hole

                 on duty free lust & gin!!

NAZI neon burned the blitzkrieg heart Liz hid.

   Mascara fish-eye stares sank each blondette from the console desk.

Pulping guns prodded every uplift bra.

  Liz longed for the double-fist grip looking down with magnum force.

   Trigger me, I’m hotter than a cartridge, wooed voodoo Liz.

                Let me bead a victim or I can’t come.

     Fill my chambers. Pump me redhot. Blast

           each lipstick quimtrick.

   Lovely, lisped Liz, hissing through the air her baton rouge.

                   Handcuff jewellery gleamed.

     Snap me tight, I’ll swing on your wrist.

   No hanky-panky Beano comic dramas in this cylinder

                                 of light

                                 Liz touched up

   the steely Peenemunde penis

                                she would rocket

                                if she could.

Zap me, strap me, tie me down. I’ll struggle! Spit!

         Venom is the tricky horn in me.

Make my head strange, my armband hands & Stuka divebomb sex.

Bind with silkstraps this fuming lustbulb till high-heeled cows

          come home. Butter me

now & DO IT doggie pigpig, REALLY FAST &

      KNIFESHARP!

   Don’t meadow me with glebe lips & a farting lute!

   I haven’t got TCHAIKOVSKY TITS OR A DELIUS DANGLING

         TWAT.

Keep yr Poussin pussy pushes for the underarm deodorant queens.

   Talcum me, certainly, but send it down like SNOW-GRIT.

La Liz lectured: Beethoven’s a bang,

                       but Schubert

                       is a thigh-suck,

                       mortgaged

                       to the hilt

                       with brains.

Sperm it, chunkdream, make the chartreuse sweaterdress sticky juice-gum.

  Spastic yr twitch-root, pinkspam truncheon luncheonette.

      KNIT ME NICELY AND I’LL BELT! BUTTON

            YOU UP!

      FONDLE ALL THE ESTEE LAUDER BINT

            TRASH & I’LL SQUEAL!

      Keep their cinnamon eyelid rivers at bay. I’m clean.

  Beribbon all these treacherous gunbarrel babies, & I’ll stink

  yr nose with puckered bumjug curds, creamy ever so!

You’ll not flail me with missionary scissor vulva sucks, nipple

  postcards so sweet to be here, fucktoes swooning on the latch.

     Let your ferret free to pug & drum. Nip & stoat.

     Rivet, skewer, wheel in the screws.

                         Thing it, HARD.

                    Groin me with a blade.

May-June 1982

OKAY CRIMSON VARNISHED REDHEAD YOU’RE

THE BIG ATTRACTION NOW.

gamboge star-crusher, ferrous corazon,

filament kisses, adder

meltings,

no

chance pain.

Tour my body and fetch me Rain.

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Let me chew all of your Shoes.

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Thrillbox arias in the lust of tampon grandeur.

Frill tease stockingtop flames.

Sue cancels each Deneuving rivulet of horn.

Swelling lapus cuffchunks,

yoni triggered like a frigidaire

in a

Zodiac

of

magenta Aprils.

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Wild poppy pain.

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Beige lace falling down

&

blemished buttons

Burning.

Hardcore jewellery.

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Sachet sex Sue.

Lanolin love.

Talcum toes.

Powder puff.

I’ll vet your writhing slit

FOREVER,

drinking

eau

sauvage

from

an

atomizer spray.

CERISE DRAGONETTE I have piled my heart.

Cherry blouse I will undo.

This way smoulders largely and I am with you in

TOTAL SIGNATURE.

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Skanking rudegirl pull it off cool.

Strange typhoons invade

my boss

horn

&

YOU

blow snow

to

make the bed

a

WRECK

of storms.

Logdark naked, flashwing swift, blade holes, coloured

SHOOTS

grasp my rod &

HURTLE

all

the starres against

this

VARNISHED REDHEAD NOW!!

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You carmine peach.

You burnished buttons.

Soak our meat in stream crests.

Frisk & roam.

Maid, I’ll boss your

trench

&

kiss the curves

until

your salted headscarf

splits

with steam.

We’ll gleam like thongs

& dovegrey

straps

on high-heeled

Bordeaux

shoes!

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No pink clues

as

fuck seeds

dance

&

rage.

Burning TOENAILS of Nefertiti,

yr digital gang

betray terror in my veins:

I sink

beneath leathered

strokes

of passion & dire fits

of jealousy.

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What frail display! Calamitous

kissed

hydrangeas

do

little

to

reply.

O

precious rafts

of nylon

light,

sucked

&

blown.

———

Feathered women

are the

worst,

they FLICKER in the wind.

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Love bossette,

hear my low prayer.

HEAR MY VERY LOW PRAYER.

Burn the venom from this heart.

Suck down the spanner flak

and Let me strike quimfolds Now.

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Bone & Blade

&

Broken starres.

BE LOGGED) LOVED (eaten tongue, cudded, yanked

    over, nailed,

                crashed in, out of, detrunked, weeded,

                   baked heavy, licked)

  Occulist, tilth binder, clit swampee, dog hound bayer,

     undreamed,

        pilled out, underside velvet, fuck snot. She washed

                   bruises,

     O river rinse her virgin body clean. Beck bubbles

         I pleaded,

       take the mould, pube lichen, pistol come, quim

             trigger fanny juice, dewy fern

                 hair swifted, sex weaponry

                     in her go root.

       YOU THE SHIMMERTEXING PEARL

          WITHOUTEN SPOT OR BODY BRUISE.

                   She gold pelt pulled down

                            somehows. Be

                               SIGNIFICANT,

        wolverine & leathered, twice

              fondled Victoriana tent fold nighties

        like roots PULLED DOWN. Burned

           thorn

                  sack

               we know. The rest is snow

                  AGLOW

       Saluting stars & eating shit earth.

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       SHE peewit. Peewee. Plover glove flame.

       ——————————————————

            Streaked Mane Filament.

                Red hair burning.

                      Moss goes idiot.

                     ————————

                 One bitter harvest only.

UMBER SLEEPWEAR & ALMOST BED STARRES. Silver

pleated hems & jade velour. SCARF

knotted in an atmospheric

ploughshare Kiss.

Vermilion fingers,

sunset leather

digit pressgangs

invade his running mind.

PINK SERGE BE

CUDDLED

&

BE KIND.

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TOENAILS. Madfer. Carmine

sunburst & whitesock toes inside

cream sandal shoes. TUCKING

quilted bedroom undergown. (I WORE

a green carnation & the day

was Big.)

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Feet religious.

SHOES, I AM ABASED.

Belvis in cardinal kid she strides.

Andante green suede looks ashamed.

Haver wineblack she strides & Smiles.

((INK LEATHER COURT SHOES ON VERY HIGH HEELS)).

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Footbroach, strapped, milk beck, vodka

couch body: long-legged,

cross-thonged,

mustard green.

HAIR UP.

Hair parted

Hair middled on the side.

Varnished redhead rust woman hair blazing

on the wedding party

hotel lawn.

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You the varnished curse. You the sin

sign.

Small heaven of grins & girls.

METAL HAIR

& the doors are closed.

CHARTREUSE blanquette, shirt lavender, frayed

            mustard thongs. Brown heels on JOSE.

                     Blue heels on JANE.

     Suedefur tunnels, elbow-clutching

                     lambswool pylons:

                                        I miss you

                     now.   BLONDINGS

                           wept

                           cashmere, viridian xerox

                           DARK. Cooling

           Jaguars & gold buckles

                        GLEAM.

                     ——————————

   Melt our pinksnow Sancerre clusterings, O

         the toes are lethal wiper

           blades, sweeping Lady Di

     country casuals

                 beneath your Marks & Spencer

          kiltpin sex.

         —————

                                 BLACK & ZEBRA

   twopiece on much-ribbed Chrissie,

                                 full-stockinged

                                 STAR.

                                          ————

                  I HAVE SEEN THIS FAR.

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        YOU MUST

                  teach me all there is to know

                                 of

        pinstripe boxjacket tuxedo woman’s pillhat

                      velvet waistcoats,

                            &

                     Cup Court Shoes.

                       ———————————————————

                        CHERRY BERET.

                     RASPBERRY SHOES.

                        MADDER SLITFUN.

            Tufted Indigo, you’d better

                       keep her body

                        warm.

                        ———

                        BE CALM.

                    NOW SWARM.

woman car. female lorry of all delights. Her mudguard thighs.

             bonnet indicators blinking. fine

       suede trousers grey gabardine (cloudy) thick-lined

             AVEC BILBERRY SATIN: green wool

             stockings (If you are

    deceptive fragility – YOU ARE!), brass eardrops, red

        suede cuffed

              winter boots. Add silver, lampblack leather

                    court shoes

           ((mix duck egg & moss)) –
Rain trench

                                                     
Rainjacket.
warm

                    lined lichen green

     zipped &

    buckled.    GOLD dropping

       chunky, clip-ons. Easy satchel. YOUR NATURAL